speed With his mighty sword he reaps his vengeance Coming from the depths to right a wrong From the depths of Hell To deal his wrath Swordmaster, bounty
red waves rule The black king is moving to Algalord This is the time... he has to be stopped! Hail, Hail! ...Brave Swordmaster! March, March! ...Great Swordmaster
red waves rule the black king is moving to Algalord this is the time... he has to be stopped! HAIL, HAIL! ...Brave Swordmaster! MARCH, MARCH! ...Great Swordmaster
to kill Trust your blades and black blood will spill Path of ancient gods of war Will lead me to victory Carrying the blades of death I am the Swordmaster
It's time for herotic deeds The gift of courage and steel are your key Those with glory shine like stars The highest prize is to ride with victory So
With his mighty sword he reaps his vengeance Coming from the depths to right a wrong From the depths of Hell To deal his wrath Swordmaster, bounty hunter
No sleep at the mountains of madness You will face the face of a fucked up race Called the "Psycho Explorers" by those of mortal grace Well, now scream
Hey! Well I got a time to kill and spines to chill As you face that grave you must fill No salvation can stand my frustration Burning tough in a fiend
Black carnival omega i celebration of the Manifestation Fire, yeah fire fire i celebration of the creation Prepare for the wail of the warring The carnival
Cascades of cold flesh In a scenario of death And powers pulsating Strongly in the morbid sky Soulless invaders And the bloodless breed Hearts drained
Metal shores and seas of bronze, magic spirit heart of doom Electric rain and rotting flesh, chiming bells of solid bone Welcome to the festival i raising
Wings of leather, fangs of lust Citadel of soul under a shining scythe Hearts in hunger, retaliation New winds wail, enslaves and expels Blood Legacy
Raw metallic hours Hard blaze of gold from the twilight vault Catastrophe, yeah it?ll come you?ll see We?ll bring you the serpents time to be Inebriant
Venomous power prevail under the eye of Death?s star Haunt in the rage beyond the walls of the wraths of time Shadows sweep, chase upon the far fields
Fear ? you lose My name is a game of death My eyes are the black Your move A short sport for a devil in disguise Tremble in fear Try to change
Crushed to dust And the tales are spoken in postmortem ways The hammering of horror Yeah, now feed on the flame of the fear Undivine intervention Prepare
